User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/Death and Darkness RPG/@comment-3135907-20130313205617/@comment-3135907-20130323145040

"Anglin!"

The weasel rushes forward. "Sire?"

"I want you to take a quarter of the horde and look about for any scouts that may be watching us. We're moving out. Don't worry, we'll come back, but once Valrag is gone, or his horde has taken plenty of casualties from the hares of the mountain. Then, we'll strike!"